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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Audionom,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.