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 Peru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Josef K to the electroclash 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Cybotron,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.