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 Antigua and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Can,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.