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 Germany and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 punk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.