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 Russia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.