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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Gang Green to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Oneida,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.