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 Australia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Techniques to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.