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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.