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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.