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 Benin and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Eurythmics,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.