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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.