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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alison Limerick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Nico,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
Visage,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
JFA,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.