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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
Deepchord,
Flipper,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.