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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Henry Cow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.