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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hot Snakes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.