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 Andorra 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fugazi to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.