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 Nauru and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Electric Prunes to the disco 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Gories,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.