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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
Visage,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.