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 Barbados and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.