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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bill Wells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
Index,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.