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 Japan and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Infiniti to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.