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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Joe Finger to the funk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
X-101,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
Can,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.