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 Zambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.