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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Subhumans to the crunk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.