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 Brazil and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 The Five Americans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.