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 Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
X-101,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.