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 Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
Brick,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.