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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Blossom Toes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.