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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
X-101,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.