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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cameo to the grunge 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Q65,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.