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 Colombia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 E-Dancer to the techno 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.