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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.