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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas 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?
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
JFA,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.