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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Deakin to the electroclash 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.