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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
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 808 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 Make Up to the techno 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.