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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Junior Murvin to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.