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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch 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.