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 Guatemala and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Quantec to the grime 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
Ultravox,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.