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 and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
The Martian,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.