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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
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 808 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 The Walker Brothers to the grime 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.