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 Syria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.