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 Argentina and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Loose Ends to the dance 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.