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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
DNA,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.