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 India and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Moby Grape to the techno 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.