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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.