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 Latvia and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brass Construction to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.