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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Trumans Water to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.