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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
Can,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.