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 Hungary and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade 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?
World's Most,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
Smog,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.