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 Senegal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
X-102,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
Aswad,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Ludus,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.