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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oblivians to the rock 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.