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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Pole,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.