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 Romania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Roxette to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.