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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxy Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
John Cale,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.