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 Kosovo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hoover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Crime,
X-102,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.