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 Monaco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Terry to the rock 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.