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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.