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 Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Index to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Swans,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.