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 Monaco 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Pole,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.