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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Animal Collective to the disco 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.