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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Metal Thangz to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
Roxette,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.