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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boredoms to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.