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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Sandy B to the grunge 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
Gong,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.