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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cybotron to the grunge 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.