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 Montenegro 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronan,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.