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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.