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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Bill Near to the crunk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.