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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Guru Guru to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.