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 Iceland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cymande to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.