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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cure to the electroclash 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
The Remains,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
JFA,
Index,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.