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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.