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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Mars,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
The Mummies,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
Can,
Wire,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.