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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.