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 Brunei and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Rufus Thomas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.