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 Chad and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the rock 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Brick,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.