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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
The Cure,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.