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 China and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Associates to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.