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 Belarus 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Japan,
AZ,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.