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 Switzerland and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 CMW to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.