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 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Fear,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Qualms,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.