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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Minor Threat to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
AZ,
The Move,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.