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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 The Slackers to the crunk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.