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 Latvia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Underground Resistance to the rap 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.