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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ultra Naté to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.