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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
Television,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.