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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sex Pistols to the crunk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
The Names,
Urselle,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
EPMD,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.