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 Haiti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Davy DMX 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Inner City,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.