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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.