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 Belarus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Birthday Party to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
Can,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.