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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.