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 Ghana 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gong to the punk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.