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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-101 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin 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?
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.