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 Antigua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
X-102,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.