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 Denmark and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.