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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.