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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Standells 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.