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 Nauru and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
Chrome,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.