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 Australia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Blues Magoos to the grime 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.