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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Altered Images to the techno 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.