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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.