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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Echospace to the dance 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.