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 Somalia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Lalann to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.