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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.