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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Dual Sessions to the dance 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Fluxion,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.