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 Italy and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Wire to the techno 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.