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 Gambia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pole,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.