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 Nigeria and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.