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 Georgia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cameo to the techno 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
Index,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.