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 Iran and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.