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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Minor Threat to the disco 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Nico,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Can,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.