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 Honduras and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
The Trojans,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.