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 Kiribati 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz,
Magma,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.