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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Massinfluence to the funk 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.