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 Singapore and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Altered Images to the jazz 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
Franke,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.