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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 The Toasters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.