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 Russia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Little Man to the funk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.