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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 One Last Wish to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.