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 Russia and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Make Up to the jazz 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
June Days,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.