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 Germany and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gladiators to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Neu!,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.