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 Georgia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 KRS-One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
Wire,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.