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 Fiji and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Crooked Eye to the disco 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
AZ,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.