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 Greece and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Radiohead to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.