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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jandek to the rock 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.