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 Gambia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 AZ to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.