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 India 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names 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?
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.