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 Pakistan 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Technova to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.