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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Lower 48 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.