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 France and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
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 spring reverb 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 Knickerbockers 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
Faust,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.