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 Senegal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Juan Atkins to the punk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter 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?
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Joy Division,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Television,
New Order,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
X-102,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
JFA,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.