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 Burundi 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cure to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.