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 China and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deadbeat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.