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 Korea North and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 kango's stein massive to the rap 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
Visage,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.