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 Germany and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.