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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.