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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ken Boothe to the grime 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
X-101,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.