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 Estonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Anakelly to the electroclash 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.