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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Masters at Work to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Index,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.