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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Inner City,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.