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 Mongolia and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Mars,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.