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 Turkmenistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.