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 France and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.