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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.