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 Somalia and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Vogues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
AZ,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.