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 Romania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Suicide to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.