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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Rekid to the grunge 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.