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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 The Martian to the dance 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.