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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.