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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 World's Most to the punk 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
the Association,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
AZ,
Gong,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.