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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Sheep to the dance 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Scion,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.