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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sound to the grime 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.