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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.