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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Association to the techno 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
Roxette,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.