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 Estonia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.