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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Fall 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
Icehouse,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.