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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.