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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Infiniti to the jazz 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.