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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Make Up to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.