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 Moldova and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.