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 Gambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Sly & The Family Stone 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Shoche,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.