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 Senegal and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lindisfarne to the grime 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.