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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Sällskapet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.