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 Algeria and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Sex Pistols 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.