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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Quantec to the punk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.