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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.