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 Philippines 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.