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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 sitar 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 June of 44 to the punk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
Jandek,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.