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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 The Smoke to the techno 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Magma,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.