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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.