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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skaos to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
UT,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.