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 Guyana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things 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?
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.