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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
Deakin,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.