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 Zambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Mad Mike to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.