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 Nauru and from Halifax.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the grunge 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.