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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.