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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dark Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.