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 San Marino and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Fat Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
New Order,
The Sound,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chrome,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.