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 Nepal and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Standells to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Slave,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.