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 Turkey and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 K-Klass to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.