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 Seychelles and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swell Maps to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.