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 Australia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 The Blackbyrds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
The Litter,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.