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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Scion to the electroclash 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.