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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.