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 Ghana 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Little Man to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Wings,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.