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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Hoover to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.