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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.