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 Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Dual Sessions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.