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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Ronan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Monks,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.