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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Lou Christie to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
cv313,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
MC5,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.