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 Monaco and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.