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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.