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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
John Lydon,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.