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 Georgia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the rock 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.