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 Norway 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Swans,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Scion,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.