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 Peru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.