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 Congo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cybotron to the rap 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.