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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.