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 Finland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Gong,
Flipper,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
Faust,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
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.