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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Warsaw to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.