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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.