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 United Kingdom and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Mummies to the crunk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Index,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.