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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.