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 Israel and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Robert Görl to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.