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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
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 organ 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
ABC,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.