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 Argentina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Underground Resistance to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.