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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gap Band to the funk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.