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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Audionom to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.