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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Dennis Brown to the punk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.