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 Malawi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.