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 Antigua and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.