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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Loose Ends to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.