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 Honduras and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Panda Bear to the rock 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.