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 Peru and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crime to the grime 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
Roxette,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.