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 Niger and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Motions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
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.