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 Nepal and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.