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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.