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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Drexciya to the dance 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
June Days,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.