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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Connie Case to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.