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 Solomon Islands 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Gladiators to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.