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 Ecuador and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills to the techno 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 Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.