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 Serbia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Smog to the grime 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.