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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Soft Machine to the crunk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
X-101,
The Remains,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.