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 Comoros and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Brick,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Television,
X-101,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.