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 Barbados and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Stooges to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Jandek,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.