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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Kayak 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.