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 Malawi and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Offenders to the rock 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.