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 Lesotho and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Names to the punk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
The Human League,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.