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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
Nas,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.