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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
ABBA,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.