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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Desert Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.