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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Faust,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.