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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 The Pop Group to the jazz 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Hashim,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.