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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bauhaus to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
The Associates,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.