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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.