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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mandrill to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Can,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.