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 Thailand and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
MDC,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
The Move,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.