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 France and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Au Pairs to the punk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
X-101,
New Order,
The Leaves,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.