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 Morocco and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
The Slackers,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.