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 Algeria 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.