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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Dirtbombs to the electroclash 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.