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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
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.