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 Korea North and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Angry Samoans to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Unwound,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Suicide,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.