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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.