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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minor Threat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Bill Near,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.