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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Juan Atkins to the rap 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.