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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.