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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Visage,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.