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 Italy and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Hot Snakes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
Bill Near,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.