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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swans to the funk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Nirvana,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.