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 Niger and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.