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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.