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 Senegal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 This Heat to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Cameo,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.