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 Laos and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Lakeside to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.