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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cure to the crunk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.