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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lightning Bolt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.