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 Jordan 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Guru Guru to the rap 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.