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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.