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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida 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?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.