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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Faust,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Qualms,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.