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 Barbados and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Kinks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Motorama,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Technova,
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.