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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Red Krayola to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Unwound,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.