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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Rekid,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.