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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Sixth Finger to the disco 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
UT,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.