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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
Faust,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Scientists,
Skriet,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.