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 Japan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Neu!,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.