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 Rwanda and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Monks,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.