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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Vogues to the disco 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
The Index,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
June Days,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Magma,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.