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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
Organ,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.