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 Peru 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Japan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.