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 Croatia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fad Gadget to the grime 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.