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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Stereo Dub to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Slave,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
Can,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.