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 Nicaragua 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.