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 Jamaica 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.