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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.