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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic 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 Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
The Names,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Rod Modell,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Mars,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.