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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.