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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
X-Ray Spex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
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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.