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 Maldives and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
PIL,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.