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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unrelated Segments 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
New Age Steppers,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.