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 Iceland and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Altered Images to the funk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.