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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.