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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo 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 jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.