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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 The Evens to the rap 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
Index,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.