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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yellowson 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.