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 Laos and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Sam Rivers to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
JFA,
The Evens,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.