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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Howard Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.