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 Nepal and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.