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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glenn Branca 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
cv313,
Intrusion,
Nico,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.