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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.