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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Al Stewart to the punk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
Quantec,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.