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 Armenia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Pole to the funk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
Aswad,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.