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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.