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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 H. Thieme to the disco 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Crime,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.