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 South Africa and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Cameo to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.