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 Antigua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Eli Mardock 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.