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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Audionom to the grunge 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.