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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Bush Tetras to the rock 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.