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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
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 Tokyo and Bremen.
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 marimba 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 Urselle to the grunge 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
UT,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.