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 Niger and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 The Tremeloes to the disco 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz 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?
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
Mars,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.