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 Barbados and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.