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 Austria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
The Martian,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.