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 Malawi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Doobie Brothers to the rap 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Monks,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.