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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Make Up to the dance 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.