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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 The Victims to the disco 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.