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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Model 500,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
UT,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
New Order,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.