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 Guatemala and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cowsills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
ABC,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.