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 Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
New Order,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.