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 China and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 the Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.