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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.