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 Grenada 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Visage,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.