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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.