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 Argentina and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Qualms,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.