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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.