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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
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 Glasgow and New York.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Germs to the electroclash 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.