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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.