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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.