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 Japan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q65,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.