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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Sixth Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne 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?
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.