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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alison Limerick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Scion,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.