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 Bahrain 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Roxy Music to the rock 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
DNA,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.