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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scan 7 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.