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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lindisfarne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Nico,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.