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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 AZ to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.