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 Burkina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 The Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
X-101,
Visage,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
The Martian,
UT,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.