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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
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 808 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 Pagans to the funk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
Echospace,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.