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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blossom Toes to the dance 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.