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 Bahrain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.