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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 F. McDonald to the jazz 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
DNA,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.