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 Peru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
MDC,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.