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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Oneida to the dance 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.