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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Country Teasers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
The Names,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.