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 Qatar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Graham Central Station to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.