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 Poland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.