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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chrome to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Josef K,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.