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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
Pole,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.