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 Belize and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Remains to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.