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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 The Doors to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.