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 Nigeria 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Curtis Mayfield 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
Faust,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.