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 Ghana and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.