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 Tuvalu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.