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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 U.S. Maple to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Motorama,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.