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 Malaysia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.