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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cure to the disco 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.