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 South Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Hardrive to the rap 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs 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?
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
cv313,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.