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 Palau 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.