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 Turkey and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Average White Band to the punk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
Mars,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.