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 Somalia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Youth Brigade to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
The Move,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
PIL,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.