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 Dominica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Cal Tjader to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.