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 Oman and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Flash Fearless to the punk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Wire,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
The Standells,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Mars,
New Order,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.