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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.