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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Franke 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.