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 Liechtenstein 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
Pantytec,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.