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 Moldova and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 The Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
AZ,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Magazine,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
John Foxx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.