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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Q and Not U to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti 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?
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.