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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Rakim to the electroclash 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
ABC,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.