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 Botswana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Smog,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.