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 United States and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Model 500 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.