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 Romania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Bananas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
New Order,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.