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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Deadbeat to the techno 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Nico,
Nas,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.