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 Denmark and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.