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 Romania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick May to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Gong,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Nas,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
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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.