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 Mexico and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 808 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.