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 Algeria and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.