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 Turkey and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Names to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.