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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead Boys to the jazz 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.