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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anakelly to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.