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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.