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 Germany and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barrington Levy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Q65,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.