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 Morocco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Albert Ayler to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.