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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Camouflage to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.