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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
Franke,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.