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 Liberia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Altered Images to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smiths,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.