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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
JFA,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.