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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Minny Pops to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.