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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
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 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Q65,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Smog,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.