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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Grey Daturas 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.