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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
UT,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.