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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Suicide to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.