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 Uganda and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the disco 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
The Residents,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.