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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.