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 Iran and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 güiro 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 The Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.