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 Moldova and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Tom Boy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.