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 Australia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.