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 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.