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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk 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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gories,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.