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 Maldives and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 The Sonics to the punk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.