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 Brunei and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 The Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.