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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
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 organ 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 Zero Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
The Standells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.