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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dead Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.