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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.