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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Main Source to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.