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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jawbox 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Wings,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.