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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Terry Callier to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Marmalade,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.