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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Symarip to the grunge 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.