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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zeros to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
Faust,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.