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 Dominica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Goldenarms to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.