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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
The Move,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.