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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Kinks to the disco 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.