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 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Ten City,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.