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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
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 Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Monks,
AZ,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.