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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
The Index,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.