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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
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 oboe 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.