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 Grenada and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Das Ding to the dance 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Q65,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.