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 Finland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Brick,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.