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 Azerbaijan 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.