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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brand Nubian 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Skaos,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
The Move,
Liliput,
Technova,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.