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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Can,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.