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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the funk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.