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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the funk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.