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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
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 808 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 The Blackbyrds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.