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 Laos and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Peter & Gordon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.