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 Angola and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.