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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.