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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
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 oboe 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 UT to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.