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 Norway and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Brand Nubian to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Q65,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.