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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Intrusion to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.