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 Iraq and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.