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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.