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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
X-101,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.