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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
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 snare 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
OOIOO,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.