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 Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Suicide,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.