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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
The Litter,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.