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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Q and Not U 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.