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 New Zealand 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scion to the rap 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
Inner City,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.