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 Burundi and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
Q65,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.