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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 June Days to the disco 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
Faust,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.