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 Argentina 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The J.B.'s to the grime 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.