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 Belarus 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.