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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.