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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.