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 Philippines and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Moebius to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.