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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cybotron to the funk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.