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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.