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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 chamberlin 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.