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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Q65,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.