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 Benin and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Faust,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Pantytec,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.