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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.