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 Cyprus and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.