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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ten City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.