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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Nico to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Visage,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.