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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marshall Jefferson 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.