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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Bill Near to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
X-102,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Technova,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.