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 Angola and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 48th St. Collective to the disco 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.