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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Adolescents to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
MC5,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.