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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.