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 Indonesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Motions to the techno 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
New Order,
Fear,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.