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 Luxembourg 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.