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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Rod Modell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.