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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
The Associates,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.