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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
Minor Threat,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.