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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.