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 Zambia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
Magma,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.