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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Fuzztones to the rap 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.