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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
The Wake,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.