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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome,
the Human League,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.