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 Burkina and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Essential Logic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.