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 Ghana and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.