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 Japan and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Harmonia,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.