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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nas to the techno 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.