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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angry Samoans to the rap 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Shoche,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.