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 Gambia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
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 808 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 The Dirtbombs to the crunk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Nico,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.