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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Byron Stingily to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.