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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Qualms to the dance 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.