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 Vietnam and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Joyce Sims to the disco 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.