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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.