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 Bahrain 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.