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 Antigua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
Cluster,
T. Rex,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
AZ,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
Rakim,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
Television,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.