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 Sweden and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.