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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Excepter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Mars,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.