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 Samoa and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.