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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June Days to the dance 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
PIL,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.