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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Thompson Twins to the rap 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.