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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.