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 Moldova and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Walker Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.