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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.