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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Clear Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Trojans,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
EPMD,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.