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 Denmark and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
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 synthesizer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.