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 Estonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Oneida,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.