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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.