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 United States and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.