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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
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 guitar 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 Morten Harket to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Brick,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Index,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
Magazine,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.