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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lower 48,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.