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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Model 500 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.