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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Lou Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.