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 Chile and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Youth Brigade to the punk 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
The Litter,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.