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 Angola and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Swans,
The Cure,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.