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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Mojo Men to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
Niagra,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.