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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Anakelly to the disco 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Trojans,
The Index,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.