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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Holt to the dance 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.