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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 jazz 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.