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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Surgeon to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.