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 Antigua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Outsiders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.