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 Austria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Wire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.