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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.