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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Severed Heads to the grunge 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.