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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Oblivians to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.