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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Essential Logic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.