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 China and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Brick,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.