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 Antigua 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Letta Mbulu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.