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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
Audionom,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.