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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
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 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.