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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Groovy Waters to the rap 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
the Association,
Smog,
Blancmange,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.