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 Swaziland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
the Slits,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.