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 Madagascar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.