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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Althea and Donna 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
The Residents,
AZ,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Index,
The Fugs,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
Surgeon,
UT,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.