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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Maurizio to the techno 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
Q65,
PIL,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.