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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 The Sound to the techno 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
The Evens,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.