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 Antigua and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.