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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Residents to the dance 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
Technova,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.