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 Yemen and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Franke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Fugazi,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.