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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Symarip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.