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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Subhumans to the disco 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
Organ,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.