Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ethiopia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Y Pants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Technova,
Ponytail,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.